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Chapter Thirty Two
POV Lisa
Daddy's Girl
The Summer breeze drifted through the window, cooling the warm room. Tonight, I was going to figure out where Baby had been going. I had already decided to go all the way with Robbie, and I was going to use that information to find out who she was with. Information for information.
She had to have been with someone. Why else would I have found my lipstick under her bed, along with an umbrella that wasn't hers? Baby knew most of my secrets. It was time I knew hers. "I've decided to go all the way with Robbie," I tell her, waiting for a response. There would be one. That was certain.
There was a soft rustling of Baby moving against her sheets. She lifted her head to look at me. "Oh, Lisa, no. Not with someone like him,"
Drat. That wasn't what I'd been hoping for. Knowing it would drive her mad, I say something wicked. "Do you think if we came back here for our tenth anniversary, it would be free?" I giggle.
Desperately, she tries to convince me not to do it. "It's- it's just wrong this way. It should be with someone..." I hold on to her every word, hoping, knowing, that she was a breath away from telling me who she was with. "It should be with someone that..." Baby seems to struggle to say the words, but I know they're in her. Finally, she spat it out. "That you sort of love,"
One question that pops into my head is 'How can you sort of love someone?' It wasn't what I wanted. I know that if I try anymore tonight, she will figure out what I'm trying to do. So instead, I say exactly what she would expect me to say, something I knew wasn't true. I wasn't a good person. I wanted to sleep with Robbie, even though I didn't love him. Though I did really like him, at this point my sexual interest was more so that I wanted my virginity gone than that I wanted him to have it.
"Oh, come on," I say. "You don't care about me. You wouldn't care if I humped the entire army. As long as they were on the right side of the Ho Chi Minh Trail. What you care about, is that you're not 'Daddy's girl' anymore. He listens when I talk now. And you hate that."
I turn away from Baby, carefully folding my hands under my head. She'd kept her secret a night longer. But that only meant one thing; I'd have to try again tomorrow.